“Hawaii is not a state of mind, but a state of grace. ” – Paul Theroux

Monday, August 17, 2009

Wishing on a Poem

This Morning I Watched the Deer

This morning I watched the deerwith beautiful lips touching the tipsof the cranberries, setting their hooves downin the dampness carelessly, isn't it after allthe carpet of their house, their home, whose roofis the sky?

Why, then, was I suddenly miserable?

Well, this is nothing much.This is the heaviness of the body watching the swallowsgliding just under that roof.

This is the wish that the deer would not lift their headsand leap away, leaving me there alone.This is the wish to touch their faces, their brown wrists---to sing some sparkling poem intothe folds of their ears,

We have lots of Mule deer here in CO. I saw 2 beautiful bucks yesterday while walking Button we have elk too more stately the deer are so graceful & those narrow fragile looking legs are so powerful they bounce & leap so gracefully . Sometimes I wish I could do that, how would it feel?